Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 830: Attack!

As the intense battle dragged on, Mack and his companion grew increasingly alarmed. They had expected to crush Max quickly—after all, wasn’t he just a Master Rank ant? But this so-called ant moved like a ghost, struck like lightning, and endured their joint attacks without crumbling.

In fact, not only did he hold his ground, he pushed back—hard. And now, looking at him closely through the swirling snow and radiant sword energy, they recognized the face.

The same one that had been described in reports. Max—the terrifying madman who had killed disciples from the Thunder Monarch Hall and even someone from the Void Soul Tower. Their expressions darkened. A dangerous individual like him couldn’t be allowed to escape.

"Kill him!" Mack bellowed, his halberd slicing through the air with terrifying momentum, while his companion unleashed a flurry of palm strikes that crackled with elemental energy, smashing toward Max like collapsing mountains.

The void itself trembled under the onslaught. Explosions of force cracked through the landscape, and entire ridges of Azure Wolf Mountain collapsed under the pressure. Ice boulders the size of houses tumbled down, avalanches crashed, and the skies roared with chaos.

Max’s face turned grim. He could feel it—the killing intent, the sheer weight of their attacks. It was time. No more holding back. He stopped dodging. His feet planted firmly on a jagged cliff, he gripped the Blue Dragon Sword tighter and channeled everything into it.

With a deep breath, he activated the full strength of his level 2 severing sword concept. A deep, resonating hum burst from his body like a sword’s cry of war.

"Buzz——!"

The world quaked.

The air itself split open.

Sword energy erupted like a tsunami, endless and blinding, sweeping across the mountain like a tide of death. Swords formed from pure concept energy filled the sky, thousands of them, and in the center stood Max—unshakable, burning with cold fire, a figure wrapped in destruction.

At the same moment, the Blue Dragon Sword trembled violently in his grip. With one fluid motion, Max swung it forward and unleashed a massive crescent-shaped slash—a condensed blade of sword concept—that sliced through the air toward Mack’s companion.

The slash lit up the sky like a comet. Snow evaporated. The land quaked. And the man’s expression twisted in horror as the deadly arc screamed toward him.

"This is... level 2 sword concept at intermediate stage?!" the man cried out, horror plastered across his face as the aura around Max surged like a tsunami. His heart trembled.

He had underestimated Max. Deeply. This wasn’t just a random genius. This was a monster. But before the slash reached him, a golden light flashed across the battlefield—Senior Brother Mack had arrived just in time, brandishing a heavy golden shield.

Bang!

The world shook as Max’s crescent slash crashed violently into the shield. Sparks flew. Air exploded. Snow on nearby cliffs burst into mist. The sheer force of the attack pushed Senior Brother Mack back several meters through the air, his feet dragging against the ground, carving a deep trench into the icy soil. But he held his ground. The golden shield held.

"Don’t panic, junior brother!" Mack shouted coldly, his tone still calm, but his eyes flickering with cold killing intent. "You see? He’s only at the 8th level of Master Rank. You and I—together—we can definitely kill him."

Mack was ruthless and experienced. He had already spotted Max’s fatal flaw—his realm. No matter how strong a concept was, if the user lacked enough strength to sustain and defend it, then the power was like a blade without an arm to swing it properly. It could only go so far.

But just as those words left Mack’s mouth, his expression twisted in disbelief.

Because from above, an enormous golden sword—radiating divine light and sheer oppressive pressure—came crashing down.

It was the Excalibur Sword, a weapon forged entirely of mana using Max’s Legendary Rank skill: Magic Swords Excalibur.

The sword was so massive it cast a long, golden shadow over Mack and the icy battlefield. Its majestic light clashed violently against the desolate silver-blue of Azure Wolf Mountain. The air sizzled, and space trembled.

Max’s plan was sharp—trap Mack beneath the golden blade and eliminate the other one first.

"Junior Brother, be careful!" Mack shouted, eyes filled with urgency and frustration. In that instant, his body swelled with energy. He activated his body refinement technique and grew in size, becoming a three-meter-tall colossus of muscle and stone. His skin shimmered with earthen light as he raised both arms like a giant trying to hold up the sky, bracing himself to receive the descending Excalibur.

But his eyes were glued to his junior brother—because Max was already there.

In a blur of motion, Max had rushed through the blizzard winds, sword in hand, aura exploding from his body like a storm. Sword energy flared around him, wild and violent, like a realm of blades summoned by his presence. His movements cut through snow and space.

The energy from his level 2 severing sword concept had reached the intermediate stage, and now it poured into his weapon, making it glow with destructive brilliance.

Max didn’t hesitate.

He raised his blade.

His eyes were icy. His breath calm. His killing intent surged like an ocean.

"Void Severance Slash!" he declared coldly.

Swish!

The air tore open. A black rift, invisible and lethal, spread through the atmosphere as Max’s blade came down, aiming to slice his enemy—and even space itself—in two.

The moment Max’s devastating Void Severance Slash came crashing down, the other man panicked but didn’t back down. Gritting his teeth, he poured every last drop of mana into one desperate technique.

With both arms thrust forward, he roared, activating his Level 1 Earth Concept. The ground trembled, and in front of him, a massive hand made of solid earth surged up like a fortress, fingers clenched into a shield, attempting to block the incoming blade.

Bang!

The result was catastrophic.

Max’s slash didn’t just cut—it shattered. The earthen hand exploded on impact, breaking into thousands of fragments like brittle clay before the unstoppable force of his sword. The remaining energy of the slash didn’t slow down.

It slammed into the man’s chest with full force, sending him flying like a ragdoll across the snow valley. He crashed hard into an icy wall, snow and ice cracking and collapsing around him, leaving a crater of debris. His body twitched, blood gushing from his mouth, limbs sprawled out—barely alive, if at all.